VIDEO. UN: LOKI

[selfimage]

[ the sound of the wind storm hollows dully against the cave walls. Loki's squidge, Bacon, can half be seen crawling in the confines of his tacky green jacket and over his knee from where he sits, sometimes ducking and squeaking when a particularly large gust hits. to keep it from screaming, Loki offers his fingers absently, which the little squidge pulls on with its pudgy arms before ducking low again. ]

Hello there, it seems like we'll be waiting this out for some time considering the weather-type circumstances. While we're all rotting away, etcetera etcetera, I thought we could amuse ourselves with a game. A little bit of team bonding funtimes, so to say. [ he twists a dark nailed hand in the air, gesturing. ]

Soo—oo ... it's called Two Truths and a Lie. How do you play? Glad you asked, it's simple! Give two true statements about yourself and add a lie to the mix, shake it up then toss it out there and see if your team members know you well enough to spot the lie.

Usually this is done with copious amounts of alcohol, but we're lacking at the moment. [ pause. ] But—ah—you could always enjoy the satisfaction of being right. It's not like we're doing much else.

NOTE | Feel free to threadjack if that's your thing!! :****

Comments

[dbag]

[ ...how could you, this is so mean ]

Shut up. Peer can be a broad term! It's— shut up. Just do the game.

[secondnature]

Do you want to be my peer?

[dbag]

Oh, my god, this is not— this isn't the point of what I was getting at, I'm just saying, play the game!

...But by the way, I'm not old.

[secondnature]

How old are you?

[Stubbornly does not play the game.]

[dbag]

Okay! Two lies, one truth. I'm 21, 27, or 35. Take your pick. [ Don't say 35 oh my god. ]

[secondnature]

[This is almost like a way of tricking him into playing, only yes, sure, he'll give in.

But only because it's two lies instead of two truths.

Okay, not only because of that.

The problem is this: what are the odds that Keith can actually tell the difference between a twenty-seven-year-old man and a thirty-five-year-old man? Slim. Very slim.]

Well, you aren't twenty one, that's for sure.

[He studies him for a long time, putting together what he's said about not being that much older. See, Keith is at least unmistakably a teenager, so he's using his deductive reasoning skills the rest of the way. Rhys should be proud, because normally, he doesn't. He has them, he just ... doesn't use them most of the time.]

All right, you're twenty seven.

That still doesn't make you my peer.

[dbag]

Okay, yes, but I'm not old.

[secondnature]

I didn't say you were old, I said aren't you a little old to be my peer—which, for the record, you are!

[Shiro is only two years younger but who's counting not Keith.]